Day 2
The Mix Up
His favorite color used to be green–now it was blue. It seemed like such a small thing, but as his twin–I would know.
You don’t just wake up one morning and forget nearly everything about you’re life.
He called me our sister’s name. He claimed it was an innocent mistake, but with us–innocent mistakes didn’t happen.
I couldn’t shake the weird feeling in my gut. He wasn’t my brother anymore–my twin.
Who was he?
He told me to drop it–people change.
I couldn’t.
I watched him.
The closeness we had disappeared with each passing day.
There had to be a reason.
I would find out what it was–no matter how long it took.
All I wanted was to have my brother back. I didn’t realize the danger I was in.
He had one habit I could rely on. He’d always go to bed well before me and lock the door.
The lock wouldn’t deter me. I’d been able to open that lock for years.
I crept down the hallway–several hours–after he locked the door.
I popped the lock as easily if it hadn’t been locked at all.
I opened the door.
A sickly green glow filtered into the hallway.
My stomach dropped.
He sat in front of the mirror, but what I saw couldn’t be my brother.
It peeled the skin of it’s face back and revealed black, beady eyes in a hallow face.
I gasped and the thing froze.
My biggest fear was now a reality.
My brother was gone.
What was this thing?
I started to back away, and wished I’d never dug into any of it.
The creature hissed and lunged at me.
My world went dark.
My only consolation was that I might get to see my brother again.
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